My mom divorced my dad when I was 8 years old early in the morning on my birthday (you heard that right, my birthday). He did not have a prenup agreement and I could not see him for 8 weeks. My mom took him to the cleaners, with court costs costing him $250,000 (almost the equivalent of $500,000 today. She wrote in women's magazines (libelous misandrist prints, really) about how he "abused her," which never happened, saying things like "he aimed a gun at my head," all of which was bullshit. They found my dad more mentally stable and still made it half custody. When my mom pulled me out of the house at 3AM, she took me to her mother's house, where she met up with her lover (dick hopscotch). I was caught between the two constantly fighting, leading to my development of bipolar I disorder and PTSD. I have not had a relationship in 8 years, but am a clinical therapist with an M.A. in Clinical Psychology. Plus, I wrote a novelette that is actually good. I made it out alive, but am permanently fucked up from the situation, mentally, taking 4 psychopharmaceutical pills a day to regulate my fucked up nervous system.